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Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm...more

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Oh, God,” Magnus said. “They’re dead. They’re all dead.

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We live and breathe words.

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[Magnus] held on to the boy, newborn in grave dirt and blood, and he wished that he had found him dead.